S02 - Flash Fiction 01 - The Wedding Dress by Melissa West | A voyage through time
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
From the moment of its creation, a wedding dress bears silent witness to decades of human lives.
“The box moved again. Had it been years already? This time, a man was staring back at me. I recognized him from the wedding. His eyes looked sad. I felt his tears fall and soak into my satin. I could feel his heavy heart. He put the lid back on the box and I felt myself being carried away…”
From the moment it is first worn, a simple dress becomes something more — a silent witness to love, loss, and the passing of time, carrying the weight of every life it touches.This original paranormal story explores memory, attachment, and the quiet haunting of objects that never forget.
Flash Fiction Friday – a bite-sized tale designed to linger.
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If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: Mother Never Liked Dead Things (a haunting story of love, grief, and the consequences of holding on too tightly) Rattle Chains (a gothic tale of entrapment, where something — or someone — cannot move on) Freddie (a deeply emotional ghost story where place and memory intertwine)
About the Author Melissa West is the co-creator and co-producer of Haunted UK Fiction and the creator of The Skylark Bell, a fiction podcast featuring original supernatural stories and music.Her work often explores atmosphere, emotion, and the quiet spaces between life and memory. Website: www.theskylarkbell.com Instagram: @theskylarkbell Contact: [email protected]
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Credits: Story by Melissa West Narrated by Steven Holloway and Melissa West Script prepared by Melissa West Produced by Pink Flamingo Home Studio
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Enter the world of Haunted UK Fiction — a paranormal fiction podcast and sister show to the Haunted UK Podcast.We bring you original supernatural stories, ghost stories, and eerie fiction written by authors from the UK and around the world. From hauntings and poltergeists to strange creatures, folklore, and the unexplained, each episode features professionally narrated horror and paranormal fiction designed to unsettle, intrigue, and stay with you long after listening.If you enjoy atmospheric storytelling, dark fiction, and immersive audio experiences, Haunted UK Fiction is your home for weekly supernatural tales.
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